We have once met,
And yet,
Never to know,
Each other.
For 3 weeks now,
Thoughts came in and out,
To wonder,
What are the chances,
And the question,
Remains,
What are the chances?
I should stop seeking,
But you inspire me,
I should stop wishing,
But you're all I want to be.
But what are the chances,
That we would finally meet.
What are the chances,
That you would notice me.
What are the chances,
Every day I ask Daddy.
Haha, this needs to end,
Because even I find this weird,
There is too much brain space lent,
To a name rarely heard,
From the chords of my throat,
From the air of my surroundings,
Yet you reside nearby.
What are the chances?
If the chances occur,
Then I may confront,
But if never to be,
I'll see you in heaven.
See you,
Soon,
Maybe,
Never.
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